Her Invitation

I found her

laying poised

and ready

Waiting

Giving me

an open invitation

Her need on display

longing for my entry

Waiting to be taken

strong and steady

Beckoned by where

the light goes

Her hips arched

in altar of sweet sin

Her velvet canal for me

would never be parched

It was simply

willing flesh

to welcome and cherish

my seed within

Awaiting for me

to ravage her desire

her flames perspired